[He takes note of her reaction. That is certainly not the nervous laughter of someone that is currently worrying about their life.]

Safer to get sloshed on a beach rumored to be where men go to die...

[He leans in, definitely invading her personal space but not touching her.]

Let me take care of that for you.

[Boxer opens his mouth and runs his massive tongue slowly across the top of her bottlecap, a derivation of the trick he performed earlier. One with a way more erotic execution. He leans back and a tentacle comes in, attaching itself to the cap.]

Hold tight, [he instructs, and quickly twists the cap off. As he draws the tentacle away, he draws the thinly tapered end ever so gingerly across the underside of Noriko's chin.]